《Cliche?》Chapter 30: New Strength
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‘I’ve been following this man for hours… and I can swear we have gone in circles… is he trying to delay me?’ Daimos thought to himself. Upon reaching the human capital, he was assigned a general to guide and guard him. He had given the king of the humans the letter and the orb, and was now patiently waiting to be summoned for the return message.
I’m starving… “How much longer until we get to the mess hall, General?” I asked impatiently.
“Erm… Not much longer bird-man… I think…” Dillon answered back. “Ah! Right around this corner!” Dillon swiftly rounded a corner and threw open a door, stepping in. I followed him into… A bathing room. This also appeared to be the woman’s bathing room as well since there was a woman with a lovely tan.
She had hair black as the void matted to her slender curvaceous back. The muscles on her stomach were well toned and seemed to draw you to her waistline. Her hips were pleasantly wide and not lacking in the slightest. Her breasts were of a moderate size and perky, only shifting with more aggressive movements. Her thighs appeared to be well toned as well. Her eyes were a nice soft emerald color, but was abruptly replaced with a burning fire.
“Dillon! Again? What is wrong with you!?” She shouted, dashing out of the bath whilst picking up a towel to cover herself. She covered the distance between us and herself in the blink of an eye, a truly remarkable speed, and knocked Dillon flat with a quick jab to his face. He lay on the ground with a bloody nose, whether from the sight of the girl or from the jab, I couldn’t know. I was next to be laid flat with a jab, my consciousness fading with a beautiful memory.
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Veloth POV:
My head was swimming. I couldn’t feel my limbs. I open my eyes groggily, and I discover why my limbs were incapacitated. Viridi lay sprawled across my legs. Clutching my left arm of all its blood flow was Hahnu, lightly purring with each breath. On my right lay Sival, my arm firmly pressed between her large breasts, and my hand clutched between her thighs. It would be an enjoyable position, if I could feel my arm.
It was going to be painful when the blood flow returns to my limbs. For now, I had to wake these three.
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“Wait! Don’t wake them! You can play with them while they sleep!” Zahramiik interrupted my thoughts.
‘How would I manage that smart-ass?’ I spoke to him within my head.
“Magic! Just use a strengthening spell to get your blood flow back quickly. Then, you can carefully mess with them, and to reposition them you can use telekinesis.” What Zahramiik said was actually a good idea. Yeah, I’ll make these girls pay for using me as a body pillow.
As soon as I used the strengthening spell, I felt the blood rush back into my limbs. There was only a moment of the painful numbness that comes with re-introducing blood to your limbs. Just as quickly, Viridi shot up.
“Very sensitive to mana, that one. I wonder how she can stay near you now that you have mana beyond a god.” Zahramiik commented.
‘Beyond a god?’ I asked.
“Take a look at your inner self.” Zahramiik said simply. I did so and what I found was what appeared to be a bottomless sea of varying colors below me and the same mirrored above me. For as far as I could see, the sky and ground were covered in this sea. “You see? Now your power is truly only limited by your imagination.” Zahramiik said, materializing in front of me within this plane of mana within myself.
‘Are all mana spirits capable of this?’ I asked curiously.
“No. We have a special connection because of the time I spent learning about you and guiding you on earth. On top of that, I also guided your reincarnation. Once I got you to assimilate my power and ascend, you received all of the power. It takes a mana spirit assimilating- Oh, six gods, maybe? - to get to this point. Plus you won’t often find a god trying to be assimilated.”
‘Trying to… You mean, that was all staged? Bastard.’ I stopped looking within myself to get away from his obnoxious ever-present grin, only to find Viridi staring at me. Her eyes seemed were not the usual color, and instead were an opaque white.
“Veloth, you are awake?” She asked inquiringly., even though my eyes were clearly open. Was she blind? How did that happen?
“Viridi, what happened to your eyes?” I asked her alarmed. I was a little too loud, causing Sival and Hahnu to stir. Damn, now I had completely lost that chance.
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“When the creature appeared and took Sival… It had such great mana that my eyes literally burned out. Your healing spell restored my eyes, but could not restore my sight. Don’t worry, I can manage. I can still sense mana and use it to see. Speaking of, what happened? Your mana is even greater than that creature’s now.”
Viridi wasn’t usually so chatty. What happened while I was unconscious?
“Yeah Veloth, what exactly happened? All I remember is getting knocked out by that guy, and then suddenly you were lying on the floor with me…” Sival piped up, snuggling my arm deeper between her breasts.
“Nya, of course it’s because our husband is strong. He is the future king of the Demons after all.” Did she say OUR husband? When did this happen?
“How long have I been out for?” I asked them, my curiosity greater than theirs.
“Three days, Nya.” Hahnu answered. Three whole days, huh? Was I healed as well? I don’t have any trouble breathing.
“Mana spirits have some pretty intense regeneration. Even your bones are able to knit themselves back together.” Zahramiik answered my question. Great, just make me more of a cheat character why don’t you.
I motioned for the ladies to let me up. They released me reluctantly, and I was able to sit up without any problems.
“What’s this talk about ‘our' husband’?” Was my next question.
“Well… We had a little competition with Kel’thul for the right to marry you…” Sival began hesitantly.
“Sival and myself were evenly matched, so the King declared us both as victorious. He said he would adopt us both as royalty and that we could share your hand in marriage.”
“What exactly did you compete in?” And what the hell is the King doing, playing matchmaker?
“We…” Sival blushed furiously.
“We had a swimwear competition. The King was the judge.” Ah, so that’s it. Pervert King.
“Nya, and of course my marriage was unquestionable.” Hahnu gloated.
Am I just some piece of meat to be married off?
“Veloth! Quick, imagine a barrier around the planet!” Zahramiik abruptly interrupted my thoughts.
‘What? Why?’ It made no sense… Why would I do that?
“Trust me! Just do it!”
‘Why should I trust you?’
“Fine! Spoiler alert! It’s to help your mother!”
‘Mother?’ Did she find me? Ecstatic, I did as Zahramiik said, and imagined an entire planet within a massive unyielding bubble shield.
“Good! Now, punch a hole through it using lots of mana!” Zahramiik instructed. What? I have destroy it? Whatever, if it helps mother somehow i’ll do it. I imagined the entire bubble being shredded to pieces and dissipating, putting vast amounts of mana behind it. At first I felt some sort of resistance in my mana flow, but then it gave way and my mana torrented forth.
‘Did I do it?’
“Bwahahahaha! That works too! I can imagine the terrified looks on the Norn’s faces! That was beautifully excessive. You only needed to punch a hole through it.”
‘What did I do?’
“You destroyed a barrier around this planet that was preventing your mother from coming here.”
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Myria POV:
We were at the planet after taking quite some time finding the correct dimensional plane, but a new obstacle blocked our path. A barrier around the planet specifically designed to expel mana spirits.
“Judging from its strength, it is maintained by three gods. We can’t break through this easily, Myria.” Drema observed. Nearly right after this observation, the bright beacon that was Veloth’s mana surged. It now rivaled his father, Jargen’s mana. It was perhaps even stronger.
“Veloth has already ascended this far!? How many gods were on this planet?” I exclaimed out of astonishment. I had only ascended once myself.
“It almost looks as though he consumed several gods at once… Yet the barrier remains strong. Truly, how many gods reside here?” Drema pondered.
We spent quite some time trying to develop a spell to pierce the barrier. When finally we were ready to try the spell we developed, the barrier was abruptly torn to shreds. It was definitely Veloth’s mana that had done it.
“Amazing, he did it with such ease.” I marveled at his strength. Even the power of multiple gods could not stop my Veloth.
“Come, Myria, Veloth knows we are here and is clearly awaiting our arrival.” Drema led the way to the surface of the world.
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